Fantasy life (College Station, TX)

It's not what you think... it's the title of Matthew Berry's new book Fantasy Life. Unless you're a hardcore fantasy football player, you probably don't know who he is. If that's the case, it's probably likely you don't know what fantasy football is either. He's a writer for ESPN who specializes in all things fantasy related but that's not why I like him. He's a funny guy. I love his writing style, which makes reading boring stats enjoyable.

Guess who turned two?

Summer family vacation (SoCal)

Last week (Sunday - Friday) we were in Southern California. When I say we, I mean everyone. All three boys included. And it was the first time any of the kids flew on an airplane so that was something new for all of us. It was pretty stressful, mainly worrying about every aspect relating to the kids (Are they hungry? Tired? Need to poo or pee?), but overall it was doable. Just exhausting.

Greetings from Southern California

"Welcome to the 21st century, dad."

If you know my parents, they are the least tech savvy people in the world. The only other people worse than my parents are those tribesmen living in the Amazon rainforest. It's bad. I tried to teach them the basics of using a computer to get on the internet but that didn't go far. But I think my dad is more willing or grasps technology better than my mom. He boasts that he knows how to use a touch screen navigation system on his boat. Bravo dad, bravo.

Six guys, a girl and a pizza place

My dad's birthday dinner predicts a fourth baby

First of all, happy birthday to my dad who turned... hmmm... I'm not sure. I can't ever seem to keep track of his real age or his younger legal age. But I do know that he's old. Anyway, we took him out to eat (at an Asian restaurant of course) and each got a fortune cookie at the end of our meal. And if you are the superstitious type and believer of psychics and fortune tellers (and cookies), then we are definitely having another baby.

Do you hear God?

Independence Day

Crappy cell phone picture update

I'm feeling dreadfully lazy but in order to keep up with my own commitment of updating at least once a week, here's a shitty update. The weekend was full of pool action, beer drinking, and eating with family and friends but unfortunately there were no pictures of that. So here is a glimpse of a few random pictures that I did take from my cell phone. Enjoy.

Uh oh, someone is six-oh.

That someone is my mom, who turned sixty years old. Sixty! It seems unfathomable. In my mind, she's always in her late 40's, early 50's and even that seems old to me. It's funny, as I was discussing my plans of a surprise birthday dinner with my cousin Jon, I said I only invited the adults, no kids and he understood exactly what I meant. Our parents are the "adults" and we will always be the "kids" even though we're full-fledged adults who have kids of our own.

Father's Day weekend

Initially I was going to write a funny quip about Father's Day (how unplanned my fatherhood came to be) but as I was pondering what to write, my mind drifted and I was thinking about what being a father really meant. My dad was pretty much nonexistent in my life. I only have but a couple memories of him when I was young. When he would get home, we would wrestle and I would imitate moves I saw from watching WWF. And he would let me stay up at night to watch The Benny Hill Show with him. (Quite inappropriate for a 5 year old to watch.) But besides that, there's not much else. He never helped me with school work or gave me life advice. In fact, I don't remember seeing him that much at all. But I can't fault him for that since he was working long hours to provide for the family. It's just that I don't want to be like him. I love him and know I'm an asshole for saying this but I want to be the complete opposite of my dad.

Tyson finally gets a haircut

Two more months before he turns two years old and he finally got his first haircut (that was desperately needed). I've been delaying it as long as possible because once he gets his first cut, he's no longer a baby in my eyes. Yes, I know he's technically not a baby but I wanted to preserve the baby-ness, which meant keeping the hair he had since birth. So why now? Someone mistaken him as a girl. :(

Andrew's preschool graduation

I didn't think I was going to be sad to see Andrew graduate from preschool since we already experienced the "oh, he's growing up so fast and is going to start Kindergarten" with Jacob. But it was sad to see him all grown up. Unlike Jacob, Andrew was happy during his graduation ceremony. Actually, too happy. Very giddy. I was the same way with my graduation, mainly because I knew that I never had to go back to school.

The Postal Service (Austin, TX)

Saturday morning I woke up way too early for a weekend (6:30 am) and decided to waste time in front of the computer. I was reading up on events and noticed that the Free Press Summer Fest was going on that weekend. And then this conversation happened in my head...